This is a song about "She gangsta"

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Put up to act gangsta, i’ve still experienced cuts,

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Call all my gangsta homies to help me restructure your face.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Thinks he's a gangsta but he's a disease

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money